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Behrooz enters the bar, feeling better than he has in a few days. He's not really hungry, so he just sits down with a glass of tea and watches the other patrons of the bar for a bit.

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"Hello."

David gestures towards the seat next to Behrooz. "Mind if I sit here?"

The former President of the United States is talking to him.

Ok then.

Behrooz pauses for a moment, his mind amusedly pondering all the awful things his parents have told him about this man. But he looks up and sees that his mother isn't in the bar.

"Yes, that's fine, sir..." he says uncertainly. "Aren't you...?"

David looks a little surprised at this. He knew - by name at least - most of the people here from his world.

Smiling, he extends his hand. "Yes, I am. David Palmer."

Behrooz decides this is probably one of the strangest moments of his life. He takes the ex-president's hand, and says "My name is Esmail." He wonders if it's really against the law to lie to a former president. "I'm sorry, I've just... only seen you on television before."

And been told about how you murder people. But Behrooz won't get into that.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Esmail. And don't be sorry," he smiles warmly.

He orders a cup of coffe from the bar. "When did you arrive here?"

"Um, a few days ago," he says, trying to keep this-is-so-damn-weird from running through his head. But, for a former leader of the free world, he's being pretty friendly to a random teenager. Behrooz wonders how friendly he'd be if he knew who he was really talking to. "If you don't mind me asking, sir, when are you from?"

He frowns a little. "April 25th, 2010. And you?"

"A couple weeks earlier - April 10, 2010."

He thought of this as quickly as possible in the hopes he wouldn't give any reaction to that date. "I didn't know if you ... knew you weren't the president anymore, sir."

"I do," he says with a small grin.

"Do you have any friends or family here? Or are you here by yourself?"

"Um, my mother's here," Behrooz says, leaving out the "dead" and "hopefully no where in sight" parts. "That's it, though. I didn't know how many people from... my time were here."

He nods slightly. He was glad Esmail wasn't here alone, this place was disorienting enough for an adult, let alone a child.

"Yes, there are several people I know here and most of them seem to be from 2010. Are you from California also?"

"Yeah, I'm from Los Angeles." He says it kind of instinctively, and instantly wonders if he should have - why would Palmer think he's from California?

"How did you end up here, sir?" He wonder if the change of subject is too obvious.

"I think almost all the people I know in here are from Los Angeles," he says with a smile.

"I just opened a door and found myself here. I was a bit confused, as you can imagine."

That doesn't make Behrooz feel any better. He doesn't really want to run into any government people from his time. But he smiles back nonetheless.

"Yeah, I can imagine that," he says, probably one of the few truthful things he's said in this conversation, which allows him to relax a little.

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